Serpent Lake the wild hunt

they are, darroch feels, making progress.

slow progress, but progress all the same.

marija she introduces herself as. marija, he repeats her name, testing how it forms upon his tongue, how it sounds passing betwixt his lips.

it holds a different sort of sound than the usual frostfur / frostfur-redhawk names he was used to hearing; used to speaking.

that's a pretty name. he says. uuhhh, he drawls the noise in on a long inhale. not ...really. he admits with a low, soft chuckle. how about you?